All My Love

Chapter 73

| Present |
| Harry |

I'm walking. Walking the fuck away like an idiot because I can't sit in there and eventually cause a scene. I despise Michael for even telling Becca anything about that stupid ass plan that failed half the time. Yeah, it helped. It helped a whole fucking lot when I was pounding into her but the thought of Nessa crept up just as I would recover.

The night I took Becca's virginity was something else. It wasn't like I didn't care for her or didn't make sure she was okay. I did nothing but that. I didn't stop with the questions of making sure she was comfortable and if she wanted me to stop. I tried to make that night special for her even though strings weren't attached. I put aside my personal problem for that moment for her. I didn't want her to regret it and come back to me in the morning, telling me how much she hates herself for doing it. I needed her to trust me and I was an idiot for stealing it away for my own selfish reasons... But if it never happened, I wouldn't have learned to believe in love again.

Becca doesn't even realize how much she truly helped me, and not just with the whole forgetting about Nessa thing. She's helped me in so many ways and I don't know how to fucking thank her. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't even be speaking to my father at all. If it wasn't for her, my room, actually whole flat, would be a fucking disaster. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be trying so fucking hard to treat people better. She has consumed every fucking cell in my body whether she believes it or not. Because of the plan or not.

I love her. I fucking love that girl way too much and I didn't think that was ever going to be possible for me again. I wake up and think about that girl from the moment I wake up, to the moment I close my eyes at night. Her voice follows me everywhere I go when we aren't together. Whether it be nagging at me to push my chair in at the cafe or telling me to let the mother of four with a trolley full of groceries skip me in line.

The farther I walk away from the coffee shop, the more I find myself feeling like a fucking wanker. I shove my hands into my pockets and kick at a rock before maneuvering around people that are walking slower than I need them to. I really am a piece of shit for even walking out but it seems like that's all I know. Walking away from a problem only to start another.

Another minute passes by and I'm thinking about how I'll be getting my ass chewed if I take another step. Or I'll just be getting the silent treatment which isn't my favorite thing in the world.

My feet become glued to the sidewalk and I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. The people I just walked around, walk around me and a teen with olive skin looks back at me with blues that remind me of Becca. I spin on my heel and start to think up an apology even though it probably won't even work. When I look inside from the outside, Becca no longer sits where we sat for an hour.

"Fuck." I say in a panic and turn around, my eyes scanning the entire street to look for a short brunette. I step off the sidewalk and start scanning the crowd for Becca. I keep walking down the way we came in, rushing between people who can't fucking walk.

By this rate, I'll never find her with the amount of people that are swarming every concession stand that's selling pointless junk. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the girls that were practically swooning over me from the coffee shop in front of a candle stand. The redhead spots me, hitting the arms of her friends, causing all eyes to have a hold on me as I make my way up to them. Their eyes widen in shock that I'm even coming up to them and I chuckle softly at myself while I stop in front of the four of them.

"Hello." The redhead says, crossing her arms as her little friends continue to stare in shock, mixed with a bit of judgment.

"I have a question for you guys." I say, looking at all of them and they all nod, letting me ask. "The girl I was with... Have you seen her?" I ask and the redhead raises an eyebrow, looking over at the curly haired friend who mocks the same action to me. Am I missing something here?